This could probably use more work, more details, but I get so attached to the marks I've made that I don't want to cover them. Lots of random playing might help with that fear, but a "broken doll" isn't very good at playing. (My mother liked to tell me I looked like a perfect little doll as a baby.)
I've moved my art studio, up from the dark and dirty basement and into the clean, bright kitchen. My art supplies are organized in the pantry, and my kitchen table has become my art space. Who eats in the kitchen, anyway? I may as well put it to good use.
The way I'm imaging it is that I'll create until I feel emotionally stuck, and then I'll sprint on the treadmill in my living room to loosen my defenses up, and then when I get my mind cleared and my body relaxed and tired out, I'll come back out to the kitchen for more drawing and painting. The problem is that my treadmill is broken, too. I think it would be a worthy investment to get it fixed!
